dear bringing me hope diary,
i flew home four years ago today- on a plane- from california. today is the morning i watched the man mop the hollywood walk of fame (part of it) with pinesol and slid a sleeping homeless man two folded up dollar bills under his sweaty armpit. then i couldn't find my fucking camera and dumped out my whole purse/travel bag on the clean freshly mopped sidewalk- and a lady came by and handed me a dollar thinking i was homeless. i always travel in my pajamas. i think it is safer. i've always arrived safely in my pajamas when i fly and jet around airports, so that is how i travel. plus i like to take a nap or shower as soon as i get to whichever destination i arrive- to or from and then put on clean pajamas. i have lots of nice pajamas that look like clothes. i am happy not to be high in the sky today, but i would eat at mcdonalds if they still had the chicken biscuit. i really liked that for breakfast- with two milks. it brings back great memories when i think about eating it.
